vicgoth, <lora:victoriangothic_v40_rank64_bf16-step00720:1>, A silent procession of figures draped in tattered cloaks stands in an abandoned, overgrown greenhouse. Instead of heads, they bear peculiar, weathered porcelain dolls with shattered expressions, their vacant eyes casting an unsettling stare into the distance. The air is thick with a dense, cloying mist, and haunting echoes of forgotten laughter reverberate off the shattered glass walls. Vines creep along the floor, intertwining with remnants of broken furniture, while a pale, flickering light struggles to penetrate the encroaching gloom, casting sharp, disturbing shadows that seem to move independently.
